In our world, if your fingers get too heavy
for the backspace key, your past mistakes
escape the record.
Not so, not here, not today.
I regret saying “I’m sorry”
and throwing around
because now as my fingers
scamper about searching for meaning
in these letters,
I see that I wasted my words
and like time, they cannot be returned to me.
In our world, if your fingers bear the weight
of correspondence, your past mistakes
can remain current
for that, I am really sorry.
Prompt: Write an apologetic/unapologetic poem
I didn’t get to post this in the Poetic Asides community for feedback because this one was hard for me to write. I hope you all like it!